Bullets and blood, Lucian and light. There was no way to have one without the other it seemed.
The following two weeks Catherine had a myriad of both bliss and blood and she took both without question. If bearing one meant preserving the other then she would do it forever, she knew that much now. Lucian would say nothing of his secret in words and yet in many ways he communicated a lot to her and she was grateful for his trust. She knew as much to know that he truly was not of this world. She had seen, and he had let her see, the sheer amount of punishment his body could withstand and still live. Even one such as her (with little to no knowledge of human physiology) knew that he could withstand far more than a human body should. She has seen how much pain he could bear, felt his immense strength from his every touch and could sense his age, beyond the years he appeared to be, in the way that he spoke and the depth in his eyes.
'How much have those eyes seen?' she wondered sometimes.
He really was from another world and another time… One filled with monsters.
She knew no more than this, but her need to know more had softened. She had been grateful for him showing her this much, it proved that he did have some trust in her. Her inner whispers had been right- any more knowledge than this would be dangerous…but still…
He'd arrive at sun rise, bleeding, wild eyed and smiling that wicked smile. She would kiss him at the threshold and lead him by the hand into the bathroom. Bullets removed they would watch the morning sun rise high in the sky, he holding her close, she content in his arms. By the time she would reach for him, wanting to feel the touch of his flesh on hers, the wounds would be gone like they had never existed.
She had begun to not want to question why or how.
"Perhaps I did lose my mind after all." She thinks to herself.
Lucian had not the heart to tell her that he would soon be leaving this island. He was a coward, he knew that, had known it for over 400 years for surely a braver man could have saved Sonja from her fate.
Moving a company of werewolves from one country to another was hardly an easy task. It was not as though they could all grab a passport and hop on to the next plane. Careful and clandestine travel arrangements must be made and these had had entrusted completely to his oldest and most trusted companion Raze. They took time yes, but the move would come soon now, surely only a matter of a few more days in fact.
A half conceived ideas had broken into his skull this sun rise that perhaps he could take Catherine with him to Budapest. It was absurd of course, impossible in fact, but it made him realise just how much she had come to mean to him over these short days they had spent together. She had made him alive again, so much so that he felt invincible. By day he enjoyed the sun, the calm, the passion of her company and the sound of her conversation. By night he red-bloodedly dealt with the vampires and the death dealers with increased ferocity. He had never attempted to seek out and kill the blood suckers independently before, he was to the vampire world dead- a deal he had forged long ago and one that he deeply regretted. But his victory was so close at hand and Catherine had given him such confidence that he had at last stepped out of hiding and had taken the fight directly to the pale ones. He felt elated, free at last to deliver those deadly blows to his ultimate enemy. His boys were overjoyed at the opportunity to fight and taste blood again- no longer chained in the shadows of their vampiric oppressors.
Each victory, each death brought both further justice for Sonja and for his kind. But it also brought a new fire to his veins. Who cared if they were drawing attention to themselves- his final victory was at hand! Soon they would be gone from this country and the hybrid would be created- he would be unstoppable.
"Perhaps then," he thought, "I could return for Catherine."
If the path he trod was not one way, if there was any coming back from what he set out to do, he wanted her to be there waiting for him.
That had to mean something surely?